Went to Museum Island today. Not that that is a tourist term or anything—it really is just a small island with only museums on it. Museums and a guy selling flasks with Stalin portraits on them.
Couple of observations:
+Tons of cool Greek and Roman marble statues. They all look pretty similar, all the way down to the missing penises. It’s weird to think that near some archaeological dig site right now, some kid who is looking for rocks to skip just inadvertently kicked an ancient marble dick.
+Egyptian things were also there in plenty. I tweeted a bunch of stuff about it, but the main thing that I didn’t care for was the mummified cat remains. I tried to get a picture of the famous BUST OF NEFERTITI, but a German guard started running at me with an arm out trying to prevent that from happening. If I’ve learned one thing from the movies, it is that angry German guards are angry.
+When trying to find a place to eat, I stumbled upon a little food court area. I was set on trying out this noodle place, only to walk in, stand in line, and notice right away that the people in front of me were the “group that you can’t seem to get away from” that I had encountered frequently in the last museum I had been in. Just like I feel strange if I have been behind the same car for awhile, I decided that I couldn’t now eat in the same restaurant as the people that I had been behind for a half hour. This is the world I live in. I settled on a fucking hamburger.
